"Dad told him he'd make it, but he'd have to dig in his toes and hang on by his eye-winkers," he added to the two women.

"Gee! I'd like to see Ford hang onto a hill by his eye-winkers.

Jo could do it--she's got winkers six feet long." Miss Josephine had been looking at Ford's face going red, as enlightenment came to him, but when she caught a quick glance leveled at her lashes, she drooped them immediately so that they almost touched her cheeks.

Bud gave a squeal and pointed to her with his fork.
"Jo's blushing! I guess she's ashamed because she's got such long winkers, and Ford keeps looking at 'em all the time.

Why don't you shave 'em off with dad's razor?
Then Ford would like you, maybe.